Little Hands

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Little hands
Caressed 
Gently ruffled 
the worried hair
And In that cozy moment
Crept
the carefree sleep
Like a shroud 
on a tired soul
And then
when I opened 
my sleepy eyes
She was gone
Grown 
And then
I couldn’t sleep

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words And through this screen across the virtual world

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